*Meanwhile, in Kat’s room*

Raven *wakes up, looks around, remembers where he is.  Hugs Kat, sits up, grasps the teddy bear, hops off the bed.  Leaves Kat’s room, wandering unnoticed by the staff; instinctively finds Abberline’s room.  Enters, climbs up on the bed, where Abberline is still sleeping.  Sits at foot of bed, clutching his bear, watching Abberline intently with large, solemn eyes*

Back in lobby:

Godley *to Blake*  I don't think the Commander lets either the Inspector nor Kat make decisions.  She wanted the Inspector to have the guardianship simply to create discord, but I am not so sure she'd want that anymore.  I hope she has forgotten the boy for a while.  *sees the nurse and jumps up from the chair*  Finally!  *heads after the nurse towards the closed doors*

Dimitri:  That'll do it, but you'll have to sign some paperwork.  I'm not too sure Kat's going to like it much, though.  I mean, having to be signed out like this.

Blake *grins*  I reckon she'll like it better than not bein' allowed to leave, won't she?  What choice does she have?  *watches Godley run to see Abberline*  I'll sign the paperwork, then we can go in an' see ... well, all of 'em, I guess.  *shakes head*  What a night.  *stands up, goes to reception area*

Dimitri *Returns to Kat's room and, finding it empty, steps in to the hall and stops a passing nurse*  Where's Kat, she's not in her room.

Nurse:  Mrs. Crane was signed out just a few minutes ago.  If you hurry, you may catch them over at the children’s ward.  Mr. Crane mentioned they had to pick up her son.

Dimitri:  Mrs. Crane?  Ichabod?  But they're not married.

Nuse *Looking bored*  Well that was the impression I got. Maybe I misunderstood.  It doesn't matter.  Mr. Crane signed her out and that's an end to it.  I have patients to see to.  Good day.  *Heads down hall.

Blake *looking for Dimitri, finds him in the hall*  Dimitri, I tried to sign Kat out, and they said it's already been taken care of … *notices his _expression*  Oh, you already know.  *raises eyebrow*  Mrs. Crane??  What do we do now, are they still here?  Where's Raven?

Dimitri:  He's headed for the children’s ward … he thinks to take Raven.  What's strange is when I was in Kat's room earlier, Raven was sleeping beside her.  We have to stop this insanity.  He can't protect them alone with Kat in that state of mind.

Blake:  Constable Crane doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.  Kat an’ Raven are both in danger from Marchand.  They’d be safer here, where there are a lot of people around.  *shakes his head*  Damn, I wish Manouche was here, she’d find the boy quick enough.  *looks at Dimitri*  Let’s start lookin’ for him, we’ll find him.

*Meanwhile, in Abberline’s room*

Raven *having sat and watched his father sleep for a few minutes, feels himself growing drowsy, still weak from his injuries.  He lies down next to Abberline, clutching the teddy bear, and soon is fast asleep.*

It’s a wonderful life, innit?

Manouche *her time with Alifi nearly done, takes a few minutes by herself, goes to clearing with pond.  She sits on the wall of the pond, gazing down into the red water.  Despite Alifi's instruction, she still feels troubled about everything back home, what lies ahead, wondering what she can do to help everyone, if anything.  She stares into the water for a few minutes, then looks around for Alifi, thinking she’ll ask her to have the pond show her more visions, as before.  But Alifi isn’t there, she’s not sure where she’s gone.  She turns back to the water, looks around once more as if to see if anyone’s watching, then waves her hand over the water, as Alifi had done.  To her surprise, an image starts to appear in the water, blurry at first, then clearer … she sees it’s the Chocolate Factory … *

Willy *walks into the master bedroom, where Madame lays in bed*  Hunny, why don’t you try getting up?  We're gonna be closing soon.

Madame *turns, eyes blotchy red*  Why?  What’s the use?  Without Manouche, I couldn’t take care of Chase and Will ... now …  *turns back over, crying again*  they took them away!  I miss her so much!!!

Willy *eyes get watery*  I know, baby.

Madame *sniffs, shoos him away*

Willy *sighs, leaves, goes out to the front, hangs up a sign on the front door that reads "Closed" in red letters, looks around*  Manouche ... why did you do this?  *sighs, goes back inside to the engine room, shuts down all the power, oompas watch him, sad expressions on their faces*  I know guys … but I can’t do it anymore …

Manouche *eyes wide with horror*  Oh, no!  Blimey ... Willy, mate ... Madame ... I'm still 'ere, luvs ... don't do this .....  *she waves her hand over the water again; it shimmers, ripples, the image disappears and is replaced with another one, blurry at first, as before, then clear ... it's the Chocolate Factory again .....  *

Willy *comes out of his office carrying a little girl about 6 years of age, both beaming*  Alright Chase, let's go find Aunt Manouche.

Chase:  You mean Aunt Manny, daddy!!!

Willy *grins, nods*  Yes, yes, Aunt Manny.  *they walk to the chocolate room, where Manouche and Madame watch Will running around, Willy puts Chase on the ground*  Go play with your brother, Chase!

Chase *runs after Will*  Hey wait up stupidhead!

Manouche:  Ah!  Chaseline Marie!  Ye watch yer language, missy!  *Madame giggles*

Chase *grins*  Okay!  I sorry!!!

Madame:  It's alright Chase, be good.

Willy *hugs Maadame and Manouche*  How are ya, sis?

Manouche:  Never been happier, me brother.  The proud godmother of lil’ William.  I couldn't be happier, mate.

Willy *puts arm around Madame, smiling*

Madame *smiles*  Well Manouche ... neither could we ...

Manouche *tears in her eyes, shaking, sighs with relief*  A-aye, that’s more like it … *leans closer to get a better look; feels something nudge against her, she falls into the fountain with a loud splash.  Surfaces, spouts stream of water, shakes head.  Sees one of the odd little horses, looking at her almost mischievously.  It then turns and runs back to about a half-dozen other horses standing a short distance away, as if they’re waiting for it; they turn and gallop off, the sound of their little hooves fading, till all is eerily silent once again.  Manouche pulls herself out of the fountain, shakes off excess water.  Looks in the fountain again, sees nothing – just the shimmering red water.  Murmurs to herself*  Blimey, what a fool I been …  *Raises voice*  Alifi … Alifi … where are ye?  Let’s finish up, luv … I ‘ave to be gettin’ back …  *runs from clearing to find Alifi*

Adieu, Alifi

*Alifi and Manouche stand in area near the little clearing, where they first met up.*

Alifi:  Well, Manouche, it’s time.  You’re as ready as you’ll ever be.  It won’t be easy, even though you have all the knowledge … you’ll still have to do a lot of coordinating to make this happen.  All the aspects must be together – you, Kat, Raven and Inspector Abberline.  You’ll have to get them all in one place, along with the box … the circle must be drawn, if you’re not within a proper existing one … and you’ll have to unlock the box at just the right moment in conjunction with the chant, and with the spilling of the blood.  But at least now you know exactly what must be done.

Manouche:  I reckon the hardest part’ll be bringin’ everyone together in one place.  Kat an’ th’ Inspector seem t’ lock horns every time they speak t’ each other fer more’n five minutes.

Alifi:  You’ll just have to make them understand, this is for all of you, so all four of you will be safe.  I wish I could say your troubles will be over once you complete this ceremony.  Unfortunately, there will still be other dangers.  The Order will still be pursuing you and Malachi … the guardians of the box may or may not be a problem.  They may be furious and wish to wreak vengeance on you, or they may decide to let it all go and return home.  It depends on the power the box has over them.  A bright spot is Commander Portsmith … chances are very good that she’ll be back to normal once the box is destroyed.

Manouche *grins*  Ahh, so she’ll be no more than ‘er usual threat t’ me!  A simple arrest versus riddin’ Deppville o’ me once an’ fer all.

Alifi *smiles, then becomes serious again*  Do not lose that key, whatever you do.  I don’t know that we could get another one, and without it, you’ll never be able to complete this ceremony.  Do you have it on the chain I gave you?

Manouche *reaches in shirt, pulls out chain around her neck with odd-shaped key on it*  ‘Ere it is, luv, jus’ like ye told me.

Alifi:  Good, very good.  Then you’re ready to go.

Manouche *gazes at her, tears in her eyes*  D-do ye think we’ll meet again?

Alifi *nods*  I do.  Nothing is completely predictable or assured, but … we’re not done, bird.  *takes Manouche’s hands*  I’m so very proud of you, you’ve learned well.  Now that you have a few new powers at your command, remember, do not abuse them.  I don’t worry about that, I know you won’t.  *smiles*  Just look at you!  I’m rather glad you took that little spill in the pond.  Though I’m immensely proud of my Romani dreamer, I would hate to completely lose our stumbling, well-meaning pirate.

Manouche *laughs*  No worries there, luv, I reckon I’ll ‘ave these two left feet till th’ end o’ me days.  *smile fades as a vision comes into her head*  Oooh, what’s this …

Alifi *concerned*  You’re seeing something … sit down, dear …  *they sink slowly to the ground.*

Manouche:  It’s different than others I’ve ‘ad … it’s … blimey, it’s that psychic … Dimitri.  He’s … he’s summonin’ me.  *closes her eyes, then opens them and looks at Alifi*  It’s faint, but he’s wantin’ me at th’ hospital.  It has t’ do with all them things ye showed me in th’ pond, everyone’s injuries … an’ somethin’ else, I can’t clock it …  *weaves a little, almost falls back, then steadies herself.  Squeezes Alifi’s hands*  Ch-cheers, luv, I think it’s passin’.  Aye … that’s better.  *takes a deep breath, looks at Alifi*  I … I reckon I’d best see what I can do.

Alifi:  You can do plenty.  *She stands up, still holding Manouche’s hands, brings her to her feet*  Are you ready now?

Manouche *nods, tears filling her eyes again.  She drops Alifi’s hands, flings her arms around her, murmurs, voice breaking*  T-tout mon amour, je ne vous oublierai jamais.  *kisses her cheek*

Alifi *smiles*  Je toujours vous aimerai, le petit oiseau.  A kiss for you, and one for your Mr. Blake.  *She kisses one cheek, then the other, smiles, brings up sleeves of her cloak.  Everything goes dark, a flash of light … Manouche feels herself falling … cries out as she lands with a huge splash in the fountain in front of the hospital, with a statue of Vice Mayor Lisa in it.*

Manouche *surfaces, spouts a stream of water, shakes head, glares up to the heavens*  BLAST!!  Alifi, y’ blighter, ye did that on purpose!  *climbs out of fountain, shakes off excess water, wrings out her hair.  Is aware of a dull throb from her gunshot wound, which has healed considerably.  She looks up at the heavens again, smiles gently*  Cheers, luv.  Wish me luck.  *shivers slightly, turns, heads for main entrance of hospital*

At Deppville Hospital:

Nurse *on their way to Abberline's room*  He had quite a load of drugs in his system.  Actually, that might be even more dangerous than the accident he was in.  I suggest you talk with him about detoxification.  

Godley *walks into the room*  I will, trust me. *He stops at the door in amazement as he sees Raven, fast asleep beside his father*  Blimey.  Poor boy.  Don't know if that is good or bad.  Better let them sleep for now.  *Sits quietly at the bedside.  Smiles at Raven's teddy bear, but then gives it a closer look.  It reminds him of the teddy bears he gave to his children when they were small, and, in fact, it is exactly like the one he gave to the Inspector, for his child.*  So he kept it … I'll have to sort this out somehow.  He needs the kid even more than the kid his father.

*At the children's ward*

Ichabod *Gripping Kat's arm, addressing the head nurse*  What do you mean you can't find him?  What kind of hospital misplaces its patients.

Nurse:  Now calm down, Mr. Crane.  *Glances at Kat*  You don't want to upset your wife now, do you?  She doesn't look too well anyway.  *Speaks to Kat*  Would you like to sit down, dear?

Ichabod *Concerned that Kat seems to be in somewhat dazed and non responsive*  Yes, see to her.  Make her comfortable and keep her here if you can manage that without losing her.  I'll search for the boy myself and return for her.  *Turns and leaves the ward in search of Raven.  After extensive searching, he opens yet another door and is surprised to see Godley until he sees that Abberline is in the hospital bed with Raven at his side.*

Ichabod:  I should have known.  I've come for the boy.  I intend to take him and his mother home where they belong.

Godley:  What is the meaning of this, Constable Crane?  The boy isn't going anywhere.  He stays right here.  It is not for you to decide where he belongs.

Ichabod:  This is none of your affair, Godley.  Kat is the boy's mother and I am his legal guardian and it is for me to decide what's best for the child.  Now move aside!

Blake *appears in doorway*  There you are.  *calls out*  Dimitri, I’ve found Constable Crane!  *turns to Ichabod*  Constable, what’s goin’ on?  Where’s Kat?

Ichabod: I am here to see to the boy's welfare. By the look of him not a moment too soon. 

*Dimitri enters*  Where's Kat??

Ichabod:  I was getting to that.  Kat is perfectly safe.  If you people would stop interfering and give me the boy.  Then I'll collect her and we'll be off.

Dimitri:  You left her alone!!

Ichabod:  She is being looked after and the sooner she's away from people like you she'll be fine.

Godley:  Legal guardian?  Since when?  As far as I know, there is yet no legal guardian.  Unless Kat comes here herself to claim him, the boy stays here.  With his father.

Abberline *wakes slowly up with a bad headache, his whole body aching, he hears voices arguing.  He turns his head carefully, tries to rise but fails, and sees Godley and Crane in some kind of dispute.*  Godley, where am I?  What's he doing here?  *He senses something beside him – it's Raven, sleeping peacefully, clutching the teddy bear.  He has a brief vision of Raven crying, of himself walking away from Manouche's house, and Kat – and Marchand.*  Oh, god … 

Ichabod: You're wrong there is a legal document and I CAN PROVE IT!  Check your database...

Type of document;  Joint Guardianship -

Mother's name   Kat-

child's name:   White Raven  Date of Birth- 10-31-95

Primary Guardian:  Vice Mayor Lisa-Joint

Guardian  Ichabod Crane

Date of guardianship:  March 18, 2006

Name of parent consenting to:  Kat

officially approved by:  Lisa- Vice Mayor

Actions

Joint Guardianship   Kat   White Raven 10-31-95

Vice Mayor Lisa  /  Ichabod Crane March 18

Kat /  Lisa- Vice Mayor

Godley:  Wait a minute.  Where is the father's consent?

Abberline *faintly*  Don't let him take Raven.

Godley *turns to look at him*  Keep still. You have been in an accident.  I won't let it happen.

Manouche *coming up behind everyone else standing in the doorway, still soaked from her fall in the fountain, her feet making sloshing noises on the linoleum, hisses*  Blimey, keep it down, all o' ye!  Y'want t' wake lil' mate?  An' have a care fer th' Inspector, while yer at it.  He's been through a lot, as well.  *peers through, tries to get Abberline’s attention*  Steady, Inspector … y’ jus’ come out of a shock.  Careful o’ them visions, mate, jus’ lie back …

Blake *spins around, can’t believe his eyes; speechless, he pushes past the others, takes Manouche in his arms, kisses her passionately, holds onto her like he'll never let her go* 

Ichabod:  Not necessary.  I checked with a lawyer.  He investigated.  The only way that guardianship can be overturned is by being challenged in court by a parent and only then if they are trustworthy, stable and reliable caregivers.  With Abberline’s drug use, he wouldn't stand a chance.

Manouche *Blake still holding her tight, kissing her face; she smiles contentedly at him*  Ahh, my love … *she looks at Ichabod, speaks softly*  Ichy, mate, why are ye doin’ this?  Is it truly what Kat wants?  Take care, luv.  Might I suggest we let th’ patients remain in hospital fer th’ night?  They’ll be safer 'ere, an’ we can resume this discussion tomorrow, when cooler heads can prevail.  Savvy?

Ichabod:  What Kat wants?  Do you know what she did?  Kat needs looking after.  Someone has to do it.

*Nurse from children's ward enters*  I see you found the child, Mr. Crane.

Ichabod: *Glares at her*  Where's Kat?  I told you to stay with her!

Nurse:  I only went to get her some ginger ale, and when I came back she was gone.  I assumed she'd gone looking for you.

Ichabod:  I have to find her!

Godley:  Then I suggest you go and find her, Crane.  Not much of guardian you either, are you.

Abberline:  Let him do what he wants.  He has the rights for it.  *turns towards the wall and shuts his eyes*

Dimitri: *Who had slipped out earlier renters with Kat*

She's here. I have her. Do you see? They need more looking after than you can provide alone.

Manouche *sighs*  Oh, thank god, y' found 'er.  *to Ichabod*  Ichy, I do know what she did.  Thing is, ye ‘ave no idea what yer takin’ on.  There’s so much goin’ on, mate … Kat’s in terrible danger, an’ ye can’t save ‘er from it on yer onesies.  I ain’t talkin’ about her danger to ‘erself.  Now please, we all ‘ave t’ stick together.  I'm tellin' ye, they all need t' get their rest 'ere in hospital where it's safe.  *she turns to Dimitri*  Ye summoned me, mate.  What would ye ‘ave me do?

Kidd *Speaks from Dimitri's side*  That's right, Abberline, roll o'er and play dead, it's what yer best at.  Hurtin' the boy is no concern of yers.  *Looks at Manouche*  Yer asking a man what to do??  Fools they are, all of 'em.  *Walks over, reaches out, takes Raven in her arms*  The boy needs 'is rest.  Nobody better get in my way!  You, nurse show me 'is room.  *Nurse nods, leads them out of the room.*

Raven *hugging his bear tightly, eyes still closed, calls softly*  M-Manouche ...

Manouche *calls after him*  I'm 'ere, lil' mate ... I'm 'ere.  *she looks at the others in the room, then turns and follows Kidd to Raven's room, Blake right behind her*

At Deppville Hospital:

*Late at night, in Abberline's room. Godley is dozing in an uncomfortable chair, Abberline lying full awake in the bed, unable to sleep*

Abberline:  Godley.  I feel ill.  Ask them to give me something.

Godley:  They won't.  I already explained it.  They won't give any drugs to you.

Abberline:  Give me at least a smoke then.

Godley *reaching for the cigarettes, gives him one and lights it for him*  Just one.

Abberline *after smoking a while*  Where did they take Raven?

Godley:  Nowhere.  He's at the children's ward, as he should be.  Resting and recovering.  He had a very bad day, thanks to you.  Blake told me that you had said that you never want to see Raven again, and that Raven had cried bitterly about that.

Abberline *soflty*  I thought that I couldn't be able to look at him without seeing Marchand …

Godley:  How can you even say such a thing!

Abberline:  Are you sure they didn't take him anywhere?  That paper … I wasn't even asked anything.  And she gave her consent … I hate her.

Godley:  No you don't.  Try to get some sleep or they won't release you tomorrow.

Abberline *smokes his cigarette but it doesn't make him feel any better*  Godley.  I think I am dying. My head is exploding. My hands are shaking.  I feel ill.  My heart's racing.  I need to get away immediately from here, or I die.

Godley:  That's not dying.  It's detoxification.

At From Hell Court:

Malachi *hears a knock at his door; stands by it, one hand on the doorknob, other hand holding pistol*  Who’s there?

Blake:  Malachi, it’s me, Blake.  Let me in.

Malachi *lowers pistol, opens door, motions Blake in, closes door quickly behind him, locks it.*  Blake, what brings you here?  Sorry I can’t offer much … I’ve been keeping a low profile.  Have a seat.  *waves him in, brings a glass and bottle to table, where his near-empty glass already sets.  Pours drinks for them both*  Still have a little whiskey left.  I’ll have to go out sooner or later.  *glances nervously at window; sits down, takes up cigarettes, lights one, offers one to Blake*  Why are you here at this hour?  How is Manouche?

Blake:  Long story, I don’t have time to tell you everything.  Manouche sent me.  She was going to come herself, but I wouldn’t let her … it’s too dangerous.  Marchand, the Order, the guardians … who knows what else may be out there?  I just got her back, I couldn’t stand to lose her again …

Malachi:  Got her back?  What do you mean?

Blake:  There’s no time, we’ll tell you later.  She sent me here to pick up something for Inspector Abberline.  He needs something to ease his withdrawal … he’s in the hospital an’ they won’t give him anything.  She said you could come up with somethin’ organic that would help him along.

Malachi:  The hospital?  What’s been going on?  Never mind, I know, there’s no time.  Damn … all right, I know what he needs.  *stands, goes to kitchen, takes small vial filled with amber liquid from refrigerator.  Brings it to table, sets it in front of Blake*  Here’s the stuff she was talking about.  It’s perfect for the Inspector’s circumstances.  Organic, nothing for the doctors to detect … and pure dead brilliant for easing the pain of withdrawal or the most sinister hangover.

Blake:  Thanks.  *finishes drink quickly, Malachi follows him to the door.*  Sorry I can’t explain …

Malachi:  No worries.  *feels vision hovering on the edge of his consciousness.  Shakes head slightly to clear it.*  No worries at all … I think it’s about to all come to me in a dream.  *smirks*

Blake *recognizes the look, from when Manouche experienced visions; pats him on the shoulder*  Take care, Malachi.  We’ll come back soon, tell you everything.  *turns, walks down the stairs*

Malachi *watches him leave, closes door, locks it.  Looks around room, smoking his cigarette; goes to kitchen, takes another small bottle from the refrigerator – the drug he gave Manouche some time ago, when she was trying to find Nate.  Gazes at it for a few minutes before he makes decision.  Brings it to table, opens draw in cabinet, removes syringe and other items necessary for injection.  Sits down, prepares syringe; rolls up sleeve, spikes vein, sits back, waits for drug to take effect … *

At Deppville  Hospital:

Manouche *enters Abberline’s room, speaking quietly*  Sergeant … Inspector, ye awake?  No worries about lil' Raven, he's sleepin' sound in his room.  Mr. Blake is there, with Kidd, keepin' an eye out.  *pauses, reaches in pocket*  I ‘ave somethin’ fer ye, Inspector … it’s that stuff from Malachi.  I sent Mr. Blake to fetch it.  It’ll ease yer detox without interferin’ with it, an’ it’s natural, no pharmaceuticals.  Bloody doctors, what do they know about the livin’ hell o’ withdrawal?  *holds out vial with amber liquid*  Cheers, mate.

In Raven’s room:

Kidd *stands, removing an envelope from her coat.  Looks at Blake*  After last night I think you should have this.  I shouda given' it before but I foresaw nothing like this.  Ne'er expected Ichy to be a problem.  Apologies, mate.  *Hands envelope to Blake.*  Try te 'andle Ichy gently, eh?

Blake *looks at her, surprised, takes the envelope.  Opens it, reads, expression very serious, deep in thought.  Turns to Kidd, nods*  Don’t worry, you can count on us.  We’ll do right by Constable Crane.  *starts to say something else, finds he’s at a loss for words.  Holds hand out, takes Kidd’s hand, shakes reverently; leans in and kisses her cheek*

At From Hell Court:

Malachi *feels drug taking effect, rises, staggers away from table, drops down on couch with a low moan.  Starts to see and hear faces and voices in quick succession, one right after the other .. *

Mr. Black:  If she doesn't provide us with the payment, we have to find them ourselves.  This is a small place, so it should be relatively easy.  Did you find anything in Abberline's office?

Leader:  Representatives of The Order are already in town, demanding payment.  You know what that means.

Marchand:  We have to find the box before Portsmith does.  Which means …

Leader:  The Dreamer.  Or the boy.  *sighs*  It always seems to come back to that, doesn’t it?

Alifi:  The one method of destroying the box that I’ve been able to determine includes opening it, at just the right moment during a ceremony that involves all the aspects.  That would be you, Kat, Raven, and the Inspector.  I learned about the ceremony, and I can teach you what you need to know to perform it.

Mr. Brown:  We should have eliminated him.  He got too close.
Mr. Black:  We can do it now.

Manouche:  It’s a healthy baby girl … an’ her mum is dead.

Raven:  MOTHER!!!!  MOTHER, HELP ME!!

Portsmith:  Don't whine, Dean.  Get the files.  What about Manouche and Malachi?
Corso:  Not a trace of either of them, like they both vanished into thin air.
Portsmith:  You'd better find them, and fast.
Corso:  But Commander, you said you aren't going to make the transaction.
Portsmith:  I might have said that, but I got a better plan now.  I'll get rid of Manouche and at the same time show those arrogant low-life servants who is in command here.

Malachi *brings hands to head, as if to shut it all out*  Oh, god …  *rolls off couch onto floor, shaking, sweating as the drug starts to subside.*  Damn.  *sits up slowly, wipes forehead with his sleeve.  Leans against the couch, takes cigarettes from shirt pocket, lights one.  Waits for heart to stop racing, then slowly stands up, puts on long black coat with high collar that he pulls up around his face.  Puts on dark glasses, black hat, cautiously leaves apartment building and enters his favorite tavern just a few doors down.  Doesn’t stop at the bar, heads straight for the opium den downstairs.  Speaks to man at the door, hands him some cash, enters room, passes several blissfully unaware patrons; finds a spot on one of the low benches, long bamboo pipe at the ready.  Takes pipe in hands, smirks*  In papaver somniferum veritas.  *settles back, keeps collar pulled up high around his face*

At Deppville Hospital:

Abberline *takes the vial instantly*  Thank you, Manouche.  Godley has been most cruel.

Godley:  Only for your own best, Inspector.